Gas station door.

Date: 3/26/2024

Pulled up to a gas station in my old silver civic. Boome (ex man) had pulled in before me and parked on the other side I guess and his new girl had pulled in beside me in a white car. She seemed to be following and confused about where she was going because I remember her being on the opposite side of the road and then getting over in the other lane after she saw us both pulling in. I was just running in quickly to get a hydrating drink and something on my passport stamped. So I left my passenger door window down. The gas station is super tiny and crowded. I thought I would run into Boome but I didn’t see him. Took me longer than usual to find a drink and their store brand drinks had “Bonk” in the name. Which was appealing (it was my exes nickname for me). I finally picked something and then went down a tiny hallway squeezing past a worker there. Who didn’t wait for me to come out before he came in. The hallway was not big enough for two people. The tiny hallway is also where the passport shit/info was. The checkout line was in a somewhat larger area of the gas station. I thought there were 2 lines but apparently there was only one. When I walked up on my side some people in the line get pissed off. I realize what I did & go to the back stating I thought there were 2 lines. I waited again and when it was my turn someone tried to go in front of me. If gets a little heated and the worker has my name written down on a log by the register. I ask him why. He said it’s because I’m drunk and he takes not of that. Like it’s no big deal. My name is written on there in different handwriting from different days. I’m completely sober and offended. He said it’s ok I’m a regular. I had only been to that gas station one other time. I explain to him I don’t know this place and I’m sober but the line thing here is confusing. I try to pay with my phone. $3 for the fake Gatorade and $6 for the passport thing (it almost looks like the ripped off part of an old plane ticket from back in the day). He said he needs to see my card. The payment won’t work on my phone. At this point I’m frustrated as fuck. I leave acting like I’m going to get my wallet. More time has passed than I intended and it’s clear someone broke into my car. The door is wide open. Some stuff is thrown around but I don’t see anything of value taken (irl it’s some of the stuff I have in my car present day .. like my purple MUA bag, grocery bags, the blanket I’m using at the place I’m staying off Crenshaw etc.) it’s definitely a mix of worlds. There’s a black SUV beside me with a black woman staring in the backseat. I knock and ask her if she saw anything. She hadn’t. The sun is going down at this point. I turn around and we are on the corner of Hollywood and Highland now. Which is a crazy place to leave a window open (wasn’t there when I pulled in). Someone that works there and I’m guessing someone I know comes out and gets in the drivers side of the car. He looks like Affion Crockett. Well he is. He’s pissed and has quit. I get in and explain to him what happened. I’m pissed. I’m vaguely looking for what the robbers got away with but I can’t seem to find anything. I’m hoping they realized there wasn’t shit in here. I look in my clothes shopping back on the floor and there’s a vodka bottle and some other drinks and random things. I tell him I’m surprised they didn’t take the vodka. We pull around to the back of the gas station. It’s dark now. I need to go back in to pay and tell him i don’t even want to now. He says when i got the passport thing they were supposed to stamp it.